OMG. My mind is in a mess now. Lappie is having MAJOR SCANNING; I feel like my husband is in some major operation where you'll most probably see me pacing up and down the corridor.

I'm not blaming anyone. I'm not blaming anyone.

Shit, I should have done a back-up. I should have done it. And I'm here because people are telling me to sleep on it but I can't because you don't sleep when your husband have an operation, right? And I was asking myself if I needed words of wisdom, comforting words or just sharing it will do (?).

I think I just want to share. And the best place, without getting anyone to comment so fast, in case it disturbs your train of thoughts, is here.

I just wish, hope that my elder brother never ever finds out, because I think it'll be as bad as losing all my work.

WHAT BAD TIMING.

PS: Still scanning mode (60%). *DOES AWKWARD TURTLE and walks away*